Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Names,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.